Christine first discovered science fiction during the fun time of chicken pox in her youth. Instead of some aspirin, soup, or, say, a doctor, her mother brought her Book #3 of Isaac Asimov’s Foundation series. It left Christine scratching, head-aching and confused about the events of the previous two books. It also left her hooked and determined to read more.
Fantasy followed soon after, with Ursula LeGuin’s Earthsea and Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings. Christine will always have the utmost respect for the hero who translated LotR to Greek, and did a great job too.
Once computers became an everyday household item (yes, she’s that old), Christine got her hands on one. She tortured the poor keyboard and confused her word processor with her first attempts, until she decided to try to do with words what she did during her childhood with her Barbie dolls and action figures. Namely, torturing her characters, sending them through fire and ice on great adventures until they finally met heroic deaths. Or got eaten by cats. Pretty much the same fate, really.
After hours of one-finger typing (she still types this way) she started writing short stories that actually made sense. It took her a couple of years (and gave many poor editors headaches) but her work appeared in several magazines. A couple of anthologies too. More details here.
She’s currently working on her first novel, “The Geometry of Time,” a murder mystery set in ancient Egypt, including science fiction and paranormal elements. It actually makes sense, And it has cats, too.
Back in 2001, little Lugh was sick. That white fluffball, who has never hissed once in his nine years, spent most of his kittenhood being sick. Christine tried antibiotics, cortisone, herbs, and Lugh was just getting sicker. Then she stumbled upon homeopathy through a mailing list. With considerable skepticism, after reading everything she could on the subject, she gave Lugh a homeopathic remedy. An eight-month long illness went away within a few hours.
Still not convinced, and armed with a veterinary book on homeopathy and beginner’s luck, she tried it on herself. Her hormonal imbalance of the past fifteen years went away within a month. So she decided to learn more.
In February 2009, Christine graduated from the Hippocratic School of Classical Homeopathy in Athens, and is currently in the process of setting up her practice. Homeopathy has granted her a deeper insight into people, their decisions and motives, and a greater understanding of the world.
Hopefully this will also reflect on her writing.
The Clan McTrouble: inspiration, Muse (Mews), chewers of telephone cords and Christine’s anchor to a world that gets too ugly, too often.
And then what?
If there’s indeed a benevolent Higher Power out there, Christine knows what her afterlife will be like: paws and purrs and trembling tails. Litterboxes to scoop, too.